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John Green Quotes - Page 22

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He took a bite, swallowed. God. If asparagus tasted like that all the time, I'd be vegetarian, too. Some people in a lacquered wooden boat approached us on the canal below. One of them, a woman with curly blond hair,

He took a bite, swallowed. "God. If asparagus tasted like that all the time, I'd be vegetarian, too." Some people in a lacquered wooden boat approached us on the canal below. One of them, a woman with curly blond hair, maybe thirty, drank from a beer then raised her glass towards us and shouted something. "We don't speak Dutch," Gus shouted back. One of the others shouted a translation: "The beautiful couple is beautiful.

Beautiful, Couple, Beer

Did I help you toward a fate you didn't want, Alaska, or did I just assist in your willful self-destruction?

Fate, Alaska, Self

John Green (2015). “Looking For Alaska Special 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.163, Penguin

..there she is, and I am watching her through plexiglass, and she looks like Margo Roth Spiegelman, this girl I have known since I was two–this girl who was an idea that I loved. And it is only now, when she closes her notebook and places it inside a backpack next to her and then stands up and walks toward us, that I realize that the idea is not only wrong by dangerous. What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person.

Notebook, Girl, Believe

Ultimately what I like about reading together is that we all make it happen together. Of course even amid shared experience we’re still alone… each reading of each book is unique. But what a comfort it is to share readings and experiences. How lucky we are when we get to be alone together.

Real, Book, Reading

We did a few things worth remembering, and I wish for someone to remember them.

Wish, Remember, Nerdfighter

You could hear the wind in the leaves, and on that wind traveled the screams of the kids on the playground in the distance, the little kids figuring out how to be alive, how to navigate a world that was not built for them by navigating a playground that was. . . Who am I to say that these things might not be forever? Who is Pete Van Houten to assert as fact the conjecture that our labor is temporary? All I know of heaven and all I know of death is in this park: an elegant universe in ceaseless motion, teeming with ruined ruins and screaming children.

Children, Distance, Kids

I could stand up and go to her and kiss her. I could. But there is still too much to be ruined.

Kissing, Too Much, Ruined

John Green (2010). “Paper Towns”, p.196, Bloomsbury Publishing

Osteosarcoma sometimes takes a limb to check you out. The, if it like you, it takes the rest.

Sometimes, Like You, Checks

John Green (2008). “An Abundance of Katherines”, p.228, Penguin

If you were to go, and hopefully someday you will, you would see a lot of paintings of dead people. You'd see Jesus on the cross, and you'd see a dude get stabbed in the neck, and you'd see people dying at sea and in battle and a parade of martyrs. But Not. One. Single. Cancer. Kid. Nobody biting it from the plague or smallpox or yellow fever or whatever, because there is no glory in illness. There is no meaning to it. There is no honor in dying of.

Jesus, Cancer, Kids

You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.

Fake, Paper, Towns

John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.57, A&C Black

... she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.

Fake, Paper, Towns

John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.108, A&C Black

I was struck by an awful thought, the kind that cannot be taken back once it escapes into the open air of consciousness; it seemed to me that this was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die.

Taken, Air, Places You Go

John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.139, A&C Black

This is the fear that made fish crawl out onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches us to run, the fear that makes us bury our dead.

Running, Fear, Land

John Green (2013). “Paper Towns”, p.140, A&C Black

And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation.

Perfect, Upset, Leaving

John Green (2013). “The John Green Collection”, p.572, Penguin

You had been a paper boy to me all these years - two dimensions as a character on the page and two different, but still flat, dimensions as a person. But that night you turned out to be real.

Real, Character, Boys

John Green (2010). “Paper Towns”, p.197, Bloomsbury Publishing

Because it's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way. And Agloe is a place where a paper creation became real. A dot on the map became a real place, more real than the people who created the dot could never have imagined. I thought maybe the paper cutout of a girl could start becoming real here also. And it seemed like a way to tell that paper girl who cared about popularity and clothes and everything else: 'You are going to the paper towns. And you are never coming back.

Girl, Real, Ideas

I mean, he was something that happened to me, you know? But before he was this minor figure in the drama of my life he was - you know, the central figure in the drama of his own life.

Drama, Mean, Figures

John Green (2010). “Paper Towns”, p.203, Bloomsbury Publishing

And then we were kissing.....The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I rally like my body; this cancer-ruined thing I'd spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle.

Cancer, Struggle, Kissing

Also, it was a bit hopeless," he said. "A bit defeatist." "If by defeatist you mean honest, then I agree." "I don't think defeatism is honest, " Dad answered. "I refuse to accept that.

Dad, Mean, Thinking

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.126, Penguin

Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should.

Stars, Real, Epic

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.168, Penguin UK

Augustus Waters died eight days after his prefuneral, at Memorial, in the ICU, when the cancer, which was made of him, finally stopped his heart, which was also made of him.

Cancer, Heart, Eight

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.149, Penguin

For me, the hero’s journey is not the voyage from weakness to strength. The true hero’s journey is the voyage from strength to weakness.

Real, Hero, Journey

And then it was the kind of dark your eyes never adjust to.

Eye, Dark, Kind

John Green (2008). “An Abundance of Katherines”, p.138, Penguin

We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth

Forgiving, Labyrinth

John Green (2015). “Looking For Alaska Special 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.169, Penguin

How are the eyes?' 'Oh, excellent,' he said. 'I mean, they're not in my head is the only problem.

Mean, Eye, Problem

John Green (2012). “The Fault in Our Stars”, p.128, Penguin

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